What I wanted to take pictures of may not have fit in the camera anyway. I am too fat for Thai clothes. The first week in Thailand I went to the mall to buy some replacements for the 4 red shirts I packed. (Who packs 4 red shirts to go to Thailand in the middle of a Red Shirt revolution?) I did. I went into the first store because I could see it had a bunch of really cool shirts. The lady worker walked up to me and said, "Sorry. No, no." Then she motioned to by stomach. "Too big". I went store to store. Same thing. Nothing my size, or only really ugly shirts my size. I told my Thai friends and they said they would take me shopping where I could get clothes my size. We went to an outdoor market. Stall after stall we went and my friend kept asking if they had clothes that would fit me. Each one of them looked at me, shook their head and pointed to another stall. Finally, totally discouraged, my friend Win said, "I know where we can go, Export" Export, it turns out, is a store full of clothes made in Thailand, that were supposed to be shipped to America, but for some reason weren't. We walked in and there was a shirt at least 5 feet wide hanging on the wall. 5XL. I was in the right place.
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